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March Madness

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Was March only 4 days long this year? It feels like it was. It was a total blur of final papers, final assignments and final exams that happened to coincide with the most amazing spring weather that Vancouver has seen in a good long while, making final papers, final assignments and final exams super hard to concentrate on. But………it`s done! School is over (*high five*)! No more homework, no more books, blah, blah, blah. I am now, officially able to tend to all your trauma needs. I might make myself a giant pin that says ASK ME ABOUT SEPSIS because I know more about it, down to what is happening to your every cell, than I ever planned on knowing. I was happy knowing all about hearts for my 4 years in cardiology but am looking forward to considering some other organs in the ER.

I did manage to sneak in a few sunny hours in the fresh air with the kidlet before my final exam. Here`s proof.

We started with a little side walk chalkin`which involved the creation of an elaborate, if utterly confusing, city for a tiny garbage truck to travel around, doing it`s thing…..

City Planner Numero Uno

City Planner Numero Uno

The first thing he drew was a coffee shop. Hmmm, where does he get the idea that everyone needs coffee before they start work?

The first thing he drew was a coffee shop. Hmmm, where does he get the idea that everyone needs coffee before they start work?

Now get to work!

Now get to work!

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My plans to “go all out” with Easter decorating began and ended with this……

Bun Bun. This was about all the creative energy I could muster.

Bun Bun. This was about all the creative energy I could muster.

This cool and stylishly leaning child was enamoured of Bun Bun though so my meagre efforts were worth it.

This cool and stylishly leaning child was enamoured of Bun Bun though so my meagre efforts were worth it.

Just before Easter weekend, my sister and my niece and nephew arrived from Arizona. Thomas hasn`t seen his Aunty Lizzie and his cousins since he was a teeny babe so, understandably, he was super excited and super curious about them. We sat, in giddy anticipation, watching the big screen that shows people coming out of the luggage area before they come out to the arrivals area. For an entire Air Canada flight from Hong Kong, he asked “Is THAT my cousins??!?!?!?!” about EVERY. SINGLE. PASSENGER. “No, Thomas, that is two little old women. Your cousins are two kids, with red hair.” He would promptly forget my description when the next passenger came through, and so it went. After a while he just started yelling “COUSINS!!!!!” randomly, until at last the right little red heads came running. Amazing! I love airports.

They brought some seriously nice sun with them from Arizona and while I holed up in a coffee shop studying, they all had a sweet day at the beach.

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Cousin!

Cousin!

New buddies!

New buddies!

and the park…..

Concentrating hard on a giant hole that needed digging.

Concentrating hard on a giant hole that needed digging.

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Just swangin`

Just swangin`

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If the amount of fun they had in their first few days corresponds to the amount of sand they brought home in their collective shoes, then I would say they had a, literal, mountain of fun.

We made use of Thomas`s bunk beds while the fam was visiting which meant a lot of early mornings that started with a little head popping up over the foot of the top bunk……..

Mama? Mama? Mommy? Moooommmmmy? Mom? Mommy? Are you awake? Mama? Mommy? Mom?

Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Are you awake? Mom? Mom? Mom?

More of Cousin Week 2013 to come!

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One thought on “March Madness

  1. AWWWW looks like you guys are having some great times! 🙂

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